Part 2

I woke with the dawn, disoriented. I didn't recognize the room or the bed. As I moved, my hand touched warm skin, and I was jerked instantly awake. Julia. She had rolled over, facing away from me, but the sheet was down to her hips. I found myself getting hard... and damn, I had to use the bathroom.

When I returned, I looked around the small room. There was little beyond a full-size bed and a desk. Bookshelves and a couple of small chairs. On the floor, just a messy pile of our clothes, and a couple of blankets... all we had left on the bed was a single sheet. I picked up Julia's leather skirt and smoothed it over the back of a chair.

She had rolled onto her back, and there wasn't much room left in the bed. I squeezed in alongside her, and in her sleep she started touching me. Finding my cock, she took it in her hand, squeezing as I became hard. I kissed her breasts, then cupped her pussy in my palm. She parted her legs, letting me get a finger inside, and when her eyes finally opened she was already breathing heavily.

She tried to roll to face me, but there wasn't room. I had to push her back to the other side of the bed. Then we fit okay, and she hooked a leg over mine, and started kissing my neck as I lifted my hand and squeezed her breast.

Using her leg to get close, she pushed me inside her. God, she felt good... but not like this. I freed myself, felt around for the condoms where I saw she had left them, and found one. She kept rubbing herself against my leg, breathing heavily, as I put the condom on. Then, hugging her, I squeezed myself inside. She hooked her leg over mine again, and we took each other slowly, barely moving, just hugging, squeezing and eventually kissing as Julia became more awake.

When Julia's heavy breathing became gasps of desire, I still wasn't ready to come. So I coaxed her along, squeezing her breast and kissing her lips as she slipped into orgasm. "Oh, push," she said, through her sharp breathing, and I pressed myself hard against her as she sobbed with release.

"What a way to wake up," she whispered, her body still twitching with her waning climax. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

"Hey, you started it," I objected.

"I did? Cool." She squeezed herself against me and sighed. "You didn't come yet?"

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"Good." She pushed me away, turned onto her stomach, and raised herself on her hands and knees.

Under her guidance, I knelt behind her, and she guided my cock inside. As wet as she had become, I felt almost no resistance, and wondered how this position could be effective, but when we started moving I realized it was, for both of us.

I held onto her waist as I moved within her. The stimulation seemed to be on the underside of my cock, and was insistent - though it seemed that there was little resistance to movement, there was a tingling that built incessantly within me. I reached forward and fondled her hanging breasts.

Then Julia's excitement began to build. Her low moans built rapidly into loud gasps. She sounded as much in pain as pleasure, but the way she slammed harder against me made it obvious that she desperately wanted more. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!" she yelled. "Oh-Oh-Oh GOD!"

As her voice rose, so did the tension around my cock. Each stroke offered more resistance as she tightened around me. My own arousal was so intense that I knew I'd soon have to yield to my pending orgasm, so I moved faster to try to push Julia into her own.

She squealed. "AH! Oh, God, YES! YES! OH! OHHH! OHHHHH!"

Her whole body seemed to become rigid, and the sensation in my cock throbbed as she came. I exploded inside her, driven hard into climax by the extra stimulation.

"Ohhhhh!" She still moaned loudly, and we shared an intensity of passion, joined for a time in our mutual pleasure.

When she collapsed on the bed, I withdrew, spent. "I think we woke up the whole house."

Julia had curled into a ball, wearing a contented look on her face. "The girls understand. A good G-spot orgasm is worth waking up for."

"A what?"

"God, you really are innocent. I'll explain later."

She kissed me on the nose as I settled back into bed. I put my arm over her shoulder, and soon was dozing again.

 

I woke next to a knocking on the door, which opened without chance for me to respond. I automatically grabbed the sheet, but I was covered okay. Only slightly confused this time, I realized that I was alone in the bed, and the girl standing before me wasn't Julia. God, she looked like... I half-closed my eyes to improve my sight. No. I met her last night, I think.

"Hi," she said. "Julia wanted to know how you take your coffee. Does your head hurt?"

I realized I was still squinting at her. "No, I need my glasses. They're over there against the wall, if you wouldn't mind to pass them to me."

When she bent down, I wished I already had my glasses. She was wearing a skimpy pair of panties and a thin top. When she came over to the bed to hand the glasses to me, I realized the top was even more sheer than I had thought. I put my glasses on, and looked into a heart-shaped face, framed in short, straight brown hair. Her sleepwear did nothing to hide her small, high breasts. I pulled the sheet slightly to hide my growing erection, and tried to think of cold water.

"You're Diane," I said.

She smiled at me. "I'm impressed."

"You reminded me of someone I know. Your name stayed with me. Cream, no sugar, and thank her for me."

She nodded. "Sure." Her eyes scanned my body. In a lower tone of voice she added, "And I had to see for myself just why Julia was so... eager this morning." She reached out a finger, and stroked my cheek with her nail. "If you and she part company, why don't you give me a call?"

Flustered but flattered, I caught her hand and kissed her finger. "I'd like that," I said.

"I can tell," she retorted, then blushed slightly and scampered out of the room. I realized my erection was visible through the sheet, and felt my face get warm, even after she left.

What was happening to me? One day a nerd with no confidence and no prospects, the next having lost my virginity every which way to one sensual woman and virtually propositioned by another.

Not that I was complaining.

A few moments later, Julia arrived with coffee. Her hair was damp from the shower. With no makeup she looked stunning, her short, white housecoat cinched at the waist, emphasizing the swell of her breasts.

Taking the coffee from her, I hooked my finger into the belt of her housecoat, drawing her close. But as I reached to untie it, she slapped my hand. "Go get a shower first," she said. "After last night you must need it."

"And this morning," I said.

"And this morning," she agreed. "I would have woken you to get a shower with me, but there just isn't room."

"The voice of experience?"

She grinned at me. "Speaking of experience, Diane wants to know if she can... help me out with you."

I hid my head in my hands.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said. I looked up. "I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed. What did you tell her?"

"I figured you might be. I told her we'd play it by..." she reached down to the sheet and scratched my erection with her fingernail, "by ear."

I drank my coffee, then, self-consciously, got out of bed to take a shower. I knew there wouldn't be any point waiting for my erection to subside, Julia would make sure that wouldn't happen. "Hurry back," she said, looking directly at my cock.

 

Julia was right, the shower was tiny, and I hurried to get through, swilled mouthwash, and returned. She still wore her housecoat. I drew her to her feet and as our lips met I unfastened the belt and parted her clothing.

My shaft grew hard as I fondled her luscious breasts, and she bit my lip as we kissed. I slipped her robe over her shoulders, and, naked, we embraced.

"Lie down," she said, and I lay on my back, expecting her to straddle me... and indeed, she did for a moment, crouching over me, breasts nicely within reach as she kissed my lips, but then she worked her way down, biting my chest, kissing my belly, then, crouching over my groin, she took my cock into her mouth.

Like the previous evening, whatever she was doing with her tongue, it was a relentless, continuous stimulation, different from the waves of arousal of moving together in intercourse. This was a button marked "thrill" that she pushed and held, driving my body remorselessly towards a crest.

My breathing grew heavy, and my whole body tingled with excitement and adrenaline. Julia kept looking up at me, studying my reactions, and before I would be forced to come, she released me, and started licking my shaft and my balls, which felt great, but wasn't likely to take me over the edge.

She moved her lips around, stimulating different places seemingly at random. When I responded too strongly, she backed away and worked on a different spot.

After a time, when I was no longer in danger of imminent release, she covered the head of my shaft with her lips. As she slid her lips slowly down and back, the sensations were glorious, interspersed with spikes of intensity when she would stop and scrub with her tongue. My already hard erection became painful, and I could have let myself go, but her teasing and frustrating me was so powerfully arousing, I didn't want her to stop.

Each time she would bring me close to coming, then back away, and switch to a different mode. After slowly sucking, a few seconds of the continuous tongue-scrubbing was like an electric shock, but didn't make me come. After holding me on the edge for a time, gently licking was almost relaxing.

And when I knew I couldn't wait any longer, she stopped completely. She lay down alongside me.

"Oh, God," I groaned.

"What's wrong?" she teased, "didn't you like that?"

"Uh, yeah..." I said.

She touched the tip of my shaft, running her finger around in the sticky fluid that was forming. I groaned.

"You didn't want me to stop, is that it?"

I nodded.

"Are you going to ask nicely for me to continue?"

"Please?"

"What will I get if I do?"

"What do you want?"

She kissed my lips. "The same."

"Hell, yes," I sighed. "Yes. Please."

Repositioning herself - and taking her sweet time about it - she nuzzled my cock, then lowered her mouth over it. She stuck her tongue far out, then dragged it back along the underside of my shaft. I jumped with the sudden sensation.

Julia watched me as she took my cock far into her mouth, slowly caressing with her tongue before backing all the way off. Then, lips parted as for a kiss, she stroked the underside of my shaft with her tongue and lower lip, giving me just the smallest touch I needed to push me over...

Unable to hold back, I felt my cock tense. Warned by my gasp, or by the twitching of my shaft, she changed tack, plunging her mouth down over me, sucking as she rocked her head up and down. I teetered on the edge for just a moment, then the involuntary waves of ecstatic shock took over as my cock spurted powerfully into her mouth.

She kept moving, dragging my passionate response out, making me come until I was drained, and each spasm made me groan.

Looking up, with mischief in her eyes, she asked, "Had enough?"

"God, no," I said, "but I'd like to live to enjoy it."

She grinned and lay down on top of me. I stroked her breast, and she tousled my hair.

"You're pretty," she said. "Most guys as pretty as you are gay."

I grinned. "I'm not gay."

"You know, I think I believe you." She lowered her face to mine and kissed me.

I stroked her back and squeezed her ass. She responded by kissing me harder, and we rolled around happily. I may have been incapable of more, but this felt pretty good. She wrapped her legs around my thigh, squeezing herself against me.

Stretching my right arm around her ass, I slipped my hand between her thighs, pressing against her pussy. I felt around, finding moist softness, and ran my fingers inside. As I played with her sex, she became increasingly wet, and her breathing became heavy. Her eyes were bright as she lifted herself on her elbows. I squeezed her breast with my left hand as she planted kisses all over my face.

"Oohhh," she said, between breathless kisses, "you're cheating."

"Cheating?"

"Uh-huh," she said, but still she squeezed against me. I lowered my face and pressed her right breast against my lips, and sucked her nipple.

"Oh, God, that isn't fair," she breathed. "Ooohhh... stop now."

"In just a moment," I said, but instead I rolled my fingers around until I felt the nub of her clit. As I pressed against it, she sighed, and started to rock against my fingers. I moved with her, still sucking her breast. Turning her on was exciting, especially when she started to voice her arousal.

"Huh... huh... huh..." she grunted. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as she started to shake herself quickly against me. "Oh... OHHHHH!"

She collapsed against me as she came, still moving gently against my fingers. I released her breast and lay back. She kissed my cheek. "I wasn't expecting that," she whispered.

Then she rolled off me, and rested her chin on her hand. "But you cheated." Her eyes held mine. "You promised me something else."

"I'll do that," I said, stroking her arm. "I want to. You'll have to guide me, though."

"Yeah, I figured. As innocent as you are, I didn't think you'd have eaten pussy."

"You'd be right, of course."

"Listen," she said, frowning slightly. "I'm going to tell you something. Being eaten is one of the finest things in a girl's life, and a guy who's good is a valuable find. Anyone can screw, but you develop your skills and you'll never be hurting for a date. Word gets around."

I ran my finger over her breast. "Are you offering to teach me?"

She shrugged. "Think of it as... giving an oral examination."

"If I fail?"

"Then you just get to retake, as often as necessary."

"And if I pass?"

Grinning wickedly, she rolled onto her back. "Same thing."

 

Though I'd never done anything like this before, the very idea was exciting. In spite of my physical depletion, I felt a tingling in my groin.

She drew my face to hers. Her tongue met mine before our lips had touched, and I squeezed her right breast roughly with my left hand.

Then, "Go on," she whispered, and I moved to the foot of the bed to crouch between her raise knees.

With both hands I stroked her pussy, then parted her labia and looked into the soft folds of delicate tissue. Extending my tongue, I tasted the sensual flesh. Her scent was arousing, and a delicious excitement formed in the pit of my stomach.

"Look at me," she said. "No, my face, you idiot."

Reluctantly, I looked up.

"No, don't stop, just watch me while you work."

"I can't," I said after a moment.

"Then find another position." As I strove to figure out what would work, she continued, "See, I'm going to tell you what feels good, but you can't expect your date always to do that. You need to watch her, gauge her reactions. Know what turns her on, and what you can do to keep her from coming too quickly. You saw how I was watching you?"

"Uh-huh," I said, kneeling on the floor now, resting my elbows on the bed. This might just work. Her head was lifted slightly on a pillow, making it easier for me to see her face.

Her breasts shook as she caught her breath. There was another advantage to being able to see... "Ooh, that's nice," she said, as I rubbed my tongue against her labia.

I was thrilled by the feel and taste of her wetness as she became more turned on. Her eyes softened. She was clearly enjoying this, and my erection was recovering.

Pressing my tongue against the top of her sex, I pushed it as far inside as I could, then rasped it against her, making her gasp.

"Whooo," she whispered, then after a moment's heavy breathing, "It's time to find my clit."

She helped me to locate the small swelling. "Gently," she said, as I stroked it with my tongue. "You mustn't be too harsh at first. You need to get me really turned on, or it will hurt."

"You're not now?" I asked looking up.

"Yeah, I am, but you're practicing, remember. AHHH! Yes, that's wonderful," as I stroked her again. "Whhhhhoo, yes, when I'm really aroused, you can be as rough as you like. Why don't we skip to that part?"

Her face was flushed by now, and she tensed slightly with each stroke of my tongue. I tried flapping my tongue against the now-swollen nub.

"Nggggghhh! Ahhhhh!" she grunted, and her thigh muscles tensed against my face. I nodded my head, slowly, tongue pressed firmly against her clit.

"Uhhh!" she breathed, "try to get your tongue all the way around."

I curled my tongue, fitting it to her as closely as I could, and rubbed.

"Oh, God," she said, "yes! That's it!"

Dropping my hands to her ass, I squeezed her cheeks, pressing her tight against my face. She was panting, and I could sense that she was ready to come.

I backed off, frustrating her. I could see the chagrin in her face as I played again with her labia. "Relax a little," I said, as she calmed.

Lifting her feet, she laid them over my shoulders, and let her legs rest as I kissed her pussy. Occasionally, I would lick her clitoris for a moment, always backing off as her passion started to rise.

Then I tried something different. Her clit had emerged enough for me to grip it between my lips, so I took it into my mouth, rubbing it with my tongue.

"Oh, YES!" she cried, "Yes, yes, YES!" So I sucked hard, rhythmically shaking my head against her as she groaned. I swayed my whole body, rocking her legs as I pressed in, feeling her feet shaking against my back as she added her own movement to mine.

Her eyes were closed now, and she sighed through parted lips. Then I sucked really hard, pushing my tongue between my lower lip and her clit, stroking as I shook my head.

"Ah! Ah! AH! Oh, God! AAH! AAH!.... AAAAAHHHH!", she cried, and I almost lost my grip as she started to throb, but kept her between my lips as she pushed herself against me, in time to her groans. "Ohhh! .... Ohhh!"

Eyes still closed, she slowly moved against me as she kept coming, and I didn't release her until the last of her body's contractions had slowed to nothing.

Seeing my hard erection as I climbed back onto the bed, she frowned. "I'm not ready for that."

"And I'm aching in places I didn't know could ache," I answered.

She licked her taste from my lips as we kissed, lying alongside each other, my overworked cock stroking her soft bush.

 

We tidied the house. The living room was a demolition zone, but the girls had recovering from parties down to a fine art. Marty was still there. Kate's room was the one next-door to Julia's, where I'd heard the previous night's fireworks. I didn't ask if it was them; perhaps she had left her room unlocked. But I also didn't ask if he'd heard Julia's early-morning exertions.

As I was finishing up the dishwashing, Julia sneaked up behind me and nibbled my ear. She slipped her hands around me, squeezing my chest, then running them down to my pants, brushing my cock. "Ready for more?" she asked.

Encircled in her arms, I turned around and kissed her. I knew that I had turned a corner, that my indoctrination into the mysteries of sex would affect my life for more than this weekend. That I wouldn't be so terrified of flirting, and that even when I was nervous, knowledge of the prize would help me win through.

My education was in good hands.

And perhaps, some day, my learning might be even more worthwhile, when I found someone to truly love, when I could give her much more than pleasure. Perhaps even...

Julia ended our kiss and my daydream. Stretching to reach my ear, she whispered, "Now, about Diane's proposal..."